Lost Bell
lost bell
still
rings
rings
still
a lost bell in a
choked forest
seen air
air scene
darkened mist
smoke folds past
a tarnished bell on a branch
silence waits
out of order
a wish
grown to full bloom
a lost bell
still
rings
rings
still
a flower
never came too soon
dreams
planted
in soil
the old
sit and wonder why a
lost bell
still
rings
rings
still
clay plays in
a stone vase
painted with
purple sparkles and
fractured
near the top
a collection of weeds and
flowers
peek
over the side and
giggle
at an African violet in
a steel planter near
my Northern window where I can see a
lost bell that
still
rings
rings
still
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